Thread: Orientation... (Attn: any Brujah or anyone who might happen in)

Kalie looks up from the thin, weathered-worn, thin, black-bound book that she has been reading for the past thirty minutes. It is an unusual sight to say the least in this place, but no one seemed to give her a hard time about her choice of activities.

When her eyes drift upon JD they pause for a moment before she chooses to closes the book. Scooting herself out of the booth she stands and begins to make her way over to the new Brujah. While her actions might have labeled her as a librarian, her outfit definately did not. (http://www.jenniferaniston.asia/imag..._over_brat.jpg)

As she walks over to JD she thrusts her hand out to him, "I don't believe we have had the pleasure of being introduced directly. The name is Kalie. May I join you this evening?"

JD gives her a bit of a crooked smile as he stands and takes her hand in a firm but not challenging handshake. "JD Holt, please by all means- take a seat." He pulls out a stool for her as he explains, "I've been hoping to meet more of my... affiliation... get some orientation on what's been going on here lately and who's who..." His blue eyes have a look that seems tired but pleased.

Cocteau walks into the bar scanning the room with intent. Spotting Kalie, he moves towards her, expecting to find other kindred with her. As he moves, the buzz of surface thoughts assault him at once. Mortals intent on drinking until they throw up or finding a female whose expectations are marred by such inebriation. The cacophany of mundane thoughts is almost annoying to his ancient mind and causes him to move faster towards his target.

As he arrives to the table, his mouth engages until the buzz narrows to those distinctly present. "Kalie...I .... ...have absolutely...no use ...for you... whatsoever."

Looking down at the young man smoking he stops and narrows his eyes, clearly scanning him thouroughly. "Dont I know you?"

JD looks up at the approaching man and quirks an eyebrow, then a crooked smile. "Could be, sir... JD Holt," he offers a hand for a shake. There's no recognition in his gaze but his expression offers no lie.

Cocteaus expression is matter of fact and without a hint of second thought. "I distinctly recall your face from several years ago....Where you ever employed by a man named...Markus?"

"I don't recall the name, sir... I just awoke from a long coma just several days ago. Drove here from New Orleans but used to work in New York." His eyes flick away for a moment, but return with resolve. "The coma stole some memories." He seems to be watching for a reaction.

Cocteau ponders for a moment as his eyes drift for a moment, perhaps recalling another time. "Ahh...the long sleep can steal quite a bit more than we'd like...perhaps it was another..."

With that, he stands and nods to the man before him, and makes his way to the bar...

As he turns, JD speaks up again, "I'm sorry sir, it could be me and I am looking for some information to fill in the gaps. What is your name?"